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a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
Hatred, I feel inside of me
Invading all my body and my brain
It is running wild in my bloodstream
It is burning like a holy flame
The same
Ooh, yeah, I can hear the angels sing, holy, holy is our King
Whoa, holy, holy, holy is Your name
Holy, holy, holy is our King
Yeah, uh, yeah, Father
This is a gifted response
Father we cannot come to You by our own merit
We will come in the name of Your Son
As He glorifies You
And in the power
By the time I'm 21
I'll be the ghetto bill gates
You were born to be an angel
That it was in my brain too
Now the only star spangled
Is
of ease
With extended magazines
"Aye nigga pull to the spot"
School niggas think I been classed
I was in an abandoned project building
Praying that my bill
died
We were sat in the bedroom and cried
Seeing that angel in the sky
Watching my father start to cry
I've been seeing everything
I've been seeing
call me her father
She get anxious when I never call her
She a angel, a demon, a monster
Sometimes I wish I never saw her
High together yeah we lift off
you know that sHit's real
Pistol grip pump on my lap all times
I used to drive a Hyundai
With the dimes inside
Now drive by is by the lost
THat kill bay
when Ima fall
He even had my back when it was pinned to the wall
Father, please forgive me I don't want to fall
Father, please forgive me I don't want
a school, I used to be a verb
But now I'm a bill, on Capitol Hill
So now, sit back and chill
Thinkin', a picture of Jesus
In my mind, I know that he need
Infrared beamers keep ya posse on my penis
Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex
The abyss to this bitch who dis this click
Bliss is hangin'
to touchin' on me (woo, woo)
I put all my money on it
'Cause you know you workin' with some ass, yeah, you bad, yeah
Make a nigga spend his cash, yeah, his
turned a blind eye
I be guided by my angels 111 is my sign
Rare a message that is painful
With the stars I realign
You already know that what goes around
cushion lil' soap
This not flea market (yeah), this my jawn by appointment only
Dough leave 30 grand on sweat suits, you don't know me
Ayo, in Times
Yes they gathered
Just to talk on my matter
Dem say dem say
But they no fi hold me down no
I am covered by the blood
And it speaks for me
I am hidden
the thrill
Came here to rise
Came to be ill
Came here to ride
Came for the bill
Aim for the prize
Gucci on my waistline never waste time
Gotta a lot of demons
Father, give to me
What I want, not just what I need
I think I'm ready to leave
I'm not content with what's here
In front of me
So my heart began to wander
black glock
or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox
Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs
make me want to kick my
due bills clothing shelter
When do I eat or my health
The father provides well above the expectations of self
So don't be distracted by unfortunate
Life must go on, life must go on, life must go on
A hard day labour and a bill that’s due
An aching head cause you don’t know what to do
Babies are
fire in my bones I burn the devil ass.
Shey you be lucifer
Keni Conscience kpo far
Try the Christ in me and die by fire like Mountain of fire
I'm never
down in the sun
I laid my hands on her and let them run
When six strings cry, time flies by, sure flies by
I fed the kids, I paid the bills
I threw
I watch the moon
It ain't safe in the night time
Let it run my mood
Pray them angels be my lifeline
Can't stop thinking of you
It ain't safe in
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